Forlindon

The Reluctant Apprentice

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The sunlight streamed through the windows. Outside, wind blew the cherry trees in a graceful fashion, and the long grasses danced in the breeze. Inside, the teenager looked away from the windows. The lavish walls, blue and decorated in elegant swirls and flower art, felt cold compared to the world outside. Melestheliel held a book in her hand. In the dark oak chair she sat in, she looked down to the book.

Maeth

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"Move those arms 'Calie! Quick cuts! One, two, three! Strong strikes now! Never lock your elbow when striking, young Elleth!"

Sparring on the shoreline of Forlond's bay was something Earcalie loved most during her visits  to family, while elven mercantile ships rolled lazily along the waves leaving the port

Nór Eäryë

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Earcalie

Nór Eäryë, Mountains and Sea

One still, small memory

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Early summer, present days, Imladris

 

Nyellë

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Early summer, present days, Imladris

 

Adar vuin

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Present days, along the coast of Forlindon

Sunny summer kite

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In her family house she can simply be an elleth, carefree and young

the key and the pearl

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"What is that you have to show me uncle?".

They walked down the large corridor from the main hall to the bedroom that once was her parent's. Nothing was out of place, as Earcalie remembered the last time she saw the room.  Deep blue covers on the bed, the walls painted azure so pale it seemed almost white, the furniture made of poplar wood didn't have a single spec of dust. Her uncle opened a drawer, and took out a tiny, velvety box.

"What is that? And why I never knew it was there?"

A trip to the Tower Hills

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Earcalie took her eyes away from the the tallest and westernmost of the three White Towers that stood out on the horizon. Elostirion shone bright in the sunlight, as if it was a ray of light and seagulls flew around the top. It was a beautiful day of late summer, perfect for a leisure ride in the Tower Hills.

Life in Lindon - part 3: Hunter hunted

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The elf Fingil couldn’t wait as worry kept him wandering around the room. It was his brother Celegil that was leading the caravan ”I can’t wait any longer! I must start my search.” Armanduil quickly followed Fingil out of the linen makers mansion and readied his horse. Fingil looked worried but confident “I am quite a good tracker, I suggest we split up. You go search by the river Armanduil. I will search the plains south of here”.  Armanduil nodded and spurred his horse, galloping towards the Gelion river.

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